White to Colour

Today is a tremendously magical day.  Fresh snow covers everything and I ended up spending more time than usual at Frank’s Flats…playing with the Max Man and delighting in the dazzle of everything.

?????????? Cell January 31, 2015 Frank's Flats Fresh Snow Max 004DSC_2158DSC_2172Plans for the day have changed because of the beauty of the white…and the wonderful feeling of fresh cold air.  I like how that happens.

??????????The last I posted of this bedroom furniture DIY project was titled, WHITE.  I had everything primed and ready to go.  At that point, I had thought to paint based on Marc Chagall’s work, but have opted to do a free flowing bit from my own heart.  I wanted to pick up on the colours found in a feature painting hanging already in my bedroom…something I did a long time ago.  Here is where colour comes in.

P1170878First of all, Sisters Marjorie and Ita enjoyed a Sunday dinner with my son and me.  They were so gracious and brought me a beautiful spring bulb arrangement.  It has sat on my feast table this week and I have watched one plant after another, burst forth in colour.

DSC_2079DSC_2086While I have been very slow to progress with my studio furniture…I wanted to give a bit of a sense of where it is going at this time.  As well as what you see here, there will be other layers…text as well as sparrow paintings incorporated in collage techniques.  In the meantime, I continue to sleep on my brand new double box spring and mattress, on my bedroom floor.  I hope to update you again in the spring with the completed furniture.  Painting can be like experiencing the seasons…moving from the blank canvas to an energized piece of colour.

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Palette inspiration.

Every December Sky

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The calendar page turned…and it was December.  On December 2, 1979…I married.  The marriage, like snow on December trees, disappeared.  I am always and forever in a state of acceptance because my life did not turn out as I had planned or how I had predicted it would be.  I strive to practice happiness, however…to create daily, an experience of the full spectrum of emotion…even if that happiness is aroused out of the humming of an Advent tune on a sad day or the flow of purple satin under the nativity set on a frustrating day.  Somewhere, I find it.

Wet Snow

I looked outside this morning and for the first time this November, round molded snow lies over everything.  The world is white and blue and grey….neighbours brushing off their cars provide the  only splashes of colour, red injected onto an otherwise neutral day.  It all looks so heavy and cold. It looks wet…with that particular up-to-the-ankles-cold-wet. There is a sadness in me because of the loss of autumn this morning.  Autumn captures all of the colour and intensity that I love.

I look at Laurie-dog curled up on the computer-room couch and know that he too, is going to feel particularly indifferent to this new season.